Walking To Work

A merchant of war
banks lazily over Suwon
sans afterburners
-a military wind pushes him south

swipes at the shrubs
laid out on the footpath;
well-tended youngsters
yet to know topiary.

Perhaps the squids in that tank
dream, wall-eyed, of waves above
them serving up food: deep tidal shoals,
their frothy napkins...

Imagine mustering the luck
to outgrow your surroundings,
become giant; darkening cities,
taking sea-going fools whole

(their bony vessels.) Captured
only on camera. Thousands of
extras circling 'til climax.
It's re-run seen late at night

just prior to the pilot switching you off.